Across the plains of the imagination,
What terrifying creature
With head and neck of snake and body of a thousand arms and eyes
Slithers forward to the realms of reality,
Waiting to be spread?
Anticipation builds.
Come forth, child, pathogen of the mind.
You are wanted and desired.
Naglaeria fowleri, this imposter, envies how you burrow
Into the heads of all who come upon you.
The signature has been put down
Through an app the meme-like transmission and infection will begin.
Let us pray to the dark gods and give our thanks with blood and wine.
The denizens of the Underworld shiver and tremble. For
Behold! THE PURE WORLD COMES!
Rami Ungar The Writer 
Wow! Now I’m looking over my shoulder.
Looking over your shoulder won’t help you. Not for what’s coming!
Awesome, Rami! Bring on The Pure World!
I think someone immediately grasped the deeper meaning!